Photo by Yiran Ding on Unsplash

August 23, 2019


We do things in joy.

Working where we don’t enjoy.

No one speaks — but noise.


How be the other?

Far from your mothers scorn eyes.

It’s overcoming.


Kids as they play fun.

Life it must go on so far.

Suffering though stays.


Dogs still with the rocks.

Resting the wings for time to stop.

What next be it so.


Take care of yourself

I repeat the words future.

I am time for some.


Why did she go far?

It was me who couldn’t par.

Just live for now — crawl.


Sad is not you though.

Brave’s what got you above thought.

Be that — play your part.


Airplanes fly today.

Land tonight — wet palms aboard.

Anxiety, be yours.


Divine in the way.

Love or which away it go.

Maybe career, so.


Oil change to ease drive.

What’s life’s? Meditate. Think once.

It is what you thought.


Practice Compassion.

It’s often you who dealt you.

Inspire and be true.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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